There were many clouds and mist drifting in front of him, and although there was a lot of vegetation on the cliffs, Ma Chuan was not sure that he would go down into the depression safely.

Ma Chuan thought about it, but didn't retract half of his body, and patted the mustard seed bag, a white light flashed, and the giant lamp appeared in the air not far from the entrance of the cave.

Throwing out a flame talisman and igniting the wick in the tripod, the speed of the giant lamp's descent really slowed down, and Ma Chuan took the opportunity to jump out and grab the iron chain hanging under the tripod.

After descending for a while, Ma Chuan looked at the cliffs, which were relatively smooth and sparsely planted. But these plants and trees are all cherishing abnormal medicinal materials, and his eyes are shining, like a big seven-headed Ganoderma lucidum, and the roots are exposed to the outside like a living human snow ginseng .......

Halfway down, Ma Chuan found that the animal skin on the giant lamp began to crack, and several openings appeared, and the speed of descent accelerated. As the hides broke more and more, the giant lamp turned into a bird with broken wings, falling rapidly, the cool breeze made him unable to open his eyes, and the flames in the ding were completely extinguished.

The depression that seemed to be a piece of jade in the sky, as the giant lamp fell, it turned into a green vortex that was devoured by people.

When he was five or six feet above the ground, when he saw that he was about to fall to the ground, Ma Chuan let go of the chain, twisted his body incredibly, and fell diagonally in one direction under his head and feet. And quickly activated a wind shroud, and with the sound of a series of branches breaking, the giant lamp and him were swallowed up by a sea of green. There was no trace of it except for a few broken trees.

In the middle of the moon, the cold light of the cold moon shone on Ma Chuan's face through the green leaves of the branches, and he was embedded in the ground covered with dead branches and leaves. Glancing around, the depression was eerily quiet, with a hint of coldness against the background of the moonlight.

This was almost the center of the depression, Ma Chuan slowly sat up, looked around, and suddenly his consciousness blurred. In a trance, he appeared in the Mud Pill Palace, and all the permanent troops on the spiritual platform were on standby.

But these are not the key, the most important thing is that he feels that there is a majestic will in the whole depression, which is the will that can only be possessed by thousands of troops.

Ma Chuan was dim, and he saw in a trance that many soldiers were practicing in the depression, everything was so neat, the war drums were ringing in unison, and the sound was powerful for nine days.

Judging from the topography here, there must have been tens of thousands of soldiers in the past.

Ma Chuan sat for three days, and as soon as he opened his eyes, his sharpness was revealed, and the command of the permanent troops of a brigade on his spiritual platform became more satisfactory.

After taking Bigu Dan, Ma Chuan got up to find a way out of the depression, and now that the time had passed for a month, he had to hurry to the edge of the Han River.

A day later, Ma Chuan walked to the top of a peak, which was the main peak of the Twelve Consecutive Peaks, and he actually walked through the entire main peak to the south of the mountain. Standing on the top of the peak and looking into the wind, the stone forest was in full view, which was indeed mysterious, but he didn't have time to take a closer look, so he quickly walked down the mountain and returned the way he came.

After bypassing the stone forest, as soon as Ma Chuan walked into the fertile field, he felt that there were many stragglers around him.

At this time, it was dusk, and the setting sun was slanting westward, illuminating the whole fertile field with blood, and Ma Chuan suddenly found that even the sky was like this, and the stone forest and the mountain peaks in the distance were hidden in the blood.

In such a strange situation, Ma Chuan quickened his pace and walked for a quarter of an hour, but he couldn't get out of this blood-colored fertile field.

As he thought about what to do, there was a tingling pain in his waist, which was where the mustard seed bag was hanging. He subconsciously glanced there and found that the mustard seed bag was oozing black mist.

When Ma Chuan was about to throw away the mustard seed bag, an object sprang out of it and appeared in the air in front of him, spinning non-stop, plus the black mist emitted, like a large black spiral nest, it was Fang Cheng's black bowl.

Ma Chuan turned around and wanted to stay away from the black spiral nest, but found that the blood-colored environment around him suddenly became a situation in the middle of the night, dark and dense, and the sky was overwhelmed by black clouds.

As far as the eye could see, except for the black spiral nest that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, there was nothing else, and he felt that there were more and more stragglers around him, and a sense of fear arose in Ma Chuan's heart, and the fear of the country in his heart was in chaos, and at least one division of the country-fearing troops rushed to Fangcun Mountain and hit the Lingtai.

Ma Chuan had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and guard his chest, and use the permanent strength of a brigade on the Lingtai to hold on to the Lingtai to stop the attack of the country-fearing forces.

Just when Ma Chuan barely overcame the fear in his heart, the black spiral nest stopped turning, and the shadow of a human figure gradually condensed, and even some materialized, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a short and fat old man.

"Did you sabotage the plan of the main hall and kill Fang Cheng?" The short and fat old man's voice came from under the Nine Shadows, and when people heard it, they felt inexplicably cold to the bone.

"It is my duty to eliminate demons and defend the way, and the demon "evil" is not fast enough to be arrested!" Ma Chuan saw that the fear in his heart could not be overcome, and said such a scene, but it was different from ordinary decent monks. Rather, it is to stabilize the scattered fearful forces, and at the same time want to get reinforcements from other vassal states to stabilize morale, such as patriotism is easy to accept righteous orders.

"Okay, very good! Where did you come from, I don't know how thick the sky is, this ancestor will let you know what it's like to be torn apart by ten thousand ghosts. The short and fat old man laughed angrily, and at the same time pinched a complicated set of handprints, until his body was almost transparent, and then stopped.

Whining...... Ma Chuan heard the sound of ghosts crying wolf, and countless phantoms scurried in the darkness around him.

Ma Chuan used his heart to induce it, and found that these phantoms were composed of more or less different defeated troops, most of them were the forces of anger, evil, and desire, and most of the troops contained in each phantom were below one or two, and very few were more than one or two.

It seems that this is the remnant of the soul left by the mortal soldiers, so that the short and fat old man used some unknown method to gather all of them and prepare to besiege Ma Chuan.

In the face of thousands of troops, at least several armies, in this gloomy environment, Ma Chuan's scalp was numb, but the chaotic fear of the country in his heart made him tired to deal with, maybe it won't be long before he didn't use these wandering spirits to do it, he would die violently due to fear.

But he has a full ten taels of transparent troops on the Lingtai, and he is well-trained in peacetime, at this time, while resisting the country-fearing forces that are attacking the Lingtai, he can also master thoughts and wisdom, so that his Lingtai can maintain a trace of clarity and think about countermeasures.

Suddenly, Ma Chuan shook one hand, and the white feather fan was held in his hand, which was the only thing he could do now.

The coolness of the white feather fan flowed through the heart, making the country-fearing forces in the heart a lot more stable.

And the short and fat old man paused for a moment after casting the handprint and gathering countless wandering spirits, obviously the price of such a powerful spell is not small. After his transparent body stabilized slightly, a scream came out of his mouth, and suddenly, countless phantoms around him pounced on Ma Chuan.